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Investing

I don’t know if it’s the fact that my sister and bro-in-law
are away at children’s camp or the nostalgia of the summer, but I’ve been
thinking a lot this week about the people that have invested in me.  
 
A couple weeks ago, I had a pretty heartfelt convo about the
amazing people that invested in me in my growing up years.  I know I am who I am today because of
them.  Yes, I was fortunate enough to
grow up in a great home with amazing parents, but it took a village for me.
I’m hard headed.  I
like to be the best (my best).  I like to
be creative and wonder “what if”.  I like
to pioneer concepts.  I like to ask the
obvious question.  I’m not afraid to say
what everyone else is thinking. 
Those traits have carried me to this point, but they’ve also
made the road a little bumpy.  
 I mean, look at
this moment.  Look at those eyes and
ears.  I cannot imagine all they are
absorbing this week.  I’m a little
nervous about the short guy in the back and what he might be teaching those
sweet faces in the camo shirts.  But, I
know He loves Jesus, but more importantly, he wants to tell them about him.
And, this one.  She
always melts my heart.  
If there is anything I’ve learned from her it’s, patience pays
off.  She is kind.  She serves. 
She gives.  She is excellent.  She draws from a deep well.  She has so much to bestow.  
And I sit here today at my desk and I wonder.  What conversations has she had at night in
the bunk beds?  What has she talked about
in the afternoon or during rec time? 
What do those girls think about her? 
Do they see her beauty?  Do they
know that her face lights up because her heart is illuminated?  Do they want to be like her when they grow
up?  Me, I do!
There are others just like her (and him).  They invested in me.  They spoke truth in the lobby of the Irving Library at our weekly mentor sessions in 11th grade.  They sat in the stinky “middle room” and
glued and glittered and we laughed together at Latham Springs.  They sat on the edge of the bed in a hotel
room in Washington DC and rubbed Mary Kay lotion on my hands while they told me
I was beautiful (even when that boy did not think so!).  They spoke truth to me across the table at
Atlanta Bread Company in Jonesboro.  They
stood in silence in the lobby of LR Hematology Oncology.  They taught me the tune of “Girls in Action”
before I went on stage and did a silly skit. 
They said “You is kind. You is smart. You is important” on a floor mat
in a preschool room long before a movie made the mantra famous.
Their lives and this moment challenge me to think about a
quote I heard yesterday.  “Who are you
investing in that could someday replace you?” 
While the question was posed about my place in the workforce, I think it
applies to my place in the kingdom and my place in the world.  Am I investing forward? Throw out “legacy”
and the terms of “how you will be remembered”. 
Are you investing?  Am I
investing?

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